Fast Life
4: Fast Money, Faster Goodbyes
Kishay met Catrell on a rainy night outside a late-night food spot off Old National. She had just left the club, hair still smelling like smoke and vanilla body oil, heels in hand, exhaustion on her face. He pulled up in a matte black Hellcat, speakers thumping, eyes low but sharp. She noticed him before he even spokeโa hood nigga with star energy. Grill shining. Wrist heavy. That presence you feel before you see.
โWhere you walkinโ to, Ma?โ he asked through the window.
She smirked, unbothered. โTo my car. I donโt do sidewalk convos.โ
That answer made him chuckle. Most girls jumped at the chance to talk to him, but not Kishay. She had her own game, her own pride.
Two weeks later, he was in her DMs heavy.
He started pulling up after the club, taking her out late, spoiling her with thick stacks and grilled salmon plates from Atlantaโs best hole-in-the-wall spots. They didnโt post each other, didnโt say โI love you,โ but the energy was there. Real hood fairytale shit.
Catrell was everything the streets whispered aboutโa trapper with motion who made his first hundred bands by 19, flipped it, lost it, and got it back twice. He had a couple viral songs out in the city, hood-famous and semi-untouchable. But the money still came from the streets. Pills. Scams. Finesses. Sometimes worse.
Kishay didnโt ask too many questions. She liked her men dangerousโbut loyal. And Catrell? He was possessive. โYou mine,โ heโd say while gripping her thigh in the Hellcat, voice low. โDon't let that lil club shit make you forget.โ
But Kishay had her own mind, her own grind. She wasnโt just another dancer clinging to a trapper for clout. She had followers, brand deals, scams, and secrets. And when Star pulled her into that situation with Kevโthe drugging, the robberyโKishay started dodging Catrellโs calls.
Not because she didnโt want him.
Because she was scared of what heโd do if he found out.
Catrell didnโt play about two things: respect and betrayal. And if he knew Kishay was mixed up in some shit that could get her caughtโor worse, get him tied inโheโd flip.
So now, while heโs blowing up her phone, sending those โwhere you been at?โ texts in that aggressive, sweet, hood-ass way...
Kishayโs sitting on secrets heavy enough to bury her.
The sun was melting into the Atlanta skyline, casting gold and rose across the city like God spilled rosรฉ. Kishay stood in front of her building with her luggage โ a pink Telfar duffel, roller bag, and her Louis Vuitton tote stuffed to the seams. Edges slicked. Sunglasses on. Nails sharp. She looked like money and a problem.
Catrell pulled up slow in his matte black Hellcat, the bass from EST Gee rumbling the sidewalk. He cut the engine but didnโt get out right away. Just sat thereโฆ watching her.
Even through the tint, she felt him.
He finally stepped out, sweat glistening on his neck and jawline. That gold VVS grill flashed when he smirked.
โMiami, huh?โ he said, voice low and unreadable.
Kishay lowered her shades. โYeah. Needed a little break. It's only for a week.โ
He eyed her, arms crossed, tattoos flexing. โA break from what? Me? Or the bullshit you been dodginโ my calls over?โ
She sucked her teeth. โDonโt start. I ainโt in the mood.โ
โNah, Iโm startinโ. 'Cause you been ghostin'. Like I ain't mean nothin'. Like I ainโt been down since you had that prepaid phone and them busted Fashion Nova heels.โโ
She looked away, jaw tight.
Kishay snapped her eyes back to his. โI ainโt forget. I justโฆ I had shit goinโ on.โ
Catrellโs eyes searched hers. โThen say that. Donโt disappear.โ
Then she smirked โ just a little. โYou miss me?โ
He didnโt answer right away. Just stepped in, hand wrapping gently around her waist.
โTurn around,โ he said.
She turned slowly, playful. He looked her up and down โ ass fat in the brown two-piece lounge set, soft skin glowing, waist snatched like revenge.
He let out a quiet breath. โMmm. You look too damn good to be actinโ like you ainโt got nobody.โ
She turned back, brushing a finger down his chest. โAnd what? You gonโ remind me?โ
He pulled her close, their lips inches apart. โLet me. One last time. Before you catch that flight.โ
Kishay hesitated. Her body was already leaning into him, heart thumping hard against his chest. The air between them smelled like temptation and Dior Sauvage.
He whispered against her neck, โYou leavinโ me starvinโ out here, Shay.โ
She breathed, โI canโt stay long.โ
โI only need a minute.โ
He slid his hand under her chin, turning her face back to him. His thumb brushed her bottom lip before he leaned in, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to her mouth. Not rushed. Not begging. Just his โ the way he always was when he wanted her to remember who she belonged to.
Kishay exhaled against his lips, finally giving in. Their mouths met fully now, slow and deep โ like every missed call, every unsent text, every silent night had been stored up just for this.
Thenโsmack. His palm found her ass.
She gasped into the kiss, her breath hitching as her body tensed. The sting bloomed fast, sharpโฆ but her thighs pressed closer. She whined โ not out of pain, but pleasure. The kind only he could draw out of her.
"That what you needed, huh?" Catrell murmured against her lips, his hand gripping her backside like he owned it.
Kishay didnโt answer โ her body already did.
โLetโs make this quick,โ Kishay said, as she glanced at the time on her Apple Watch. โYou still gotta take me to the airport. Iโm not tryna miss my flight.โ
Catrell leaned against the car, lowkey smiling like he already knew she wasnโt goinโ nowhere fast.
โThatโs fine,โ he said, voice deep and syrupy, eyes tracing every curve of her body. โGo on, get in that backseat... ride this dick like you miss me.โ
Kishay slid into the backseat of the Hellcat, tossing her carry-on beside her. The leather stuck to her thighs as she shifted, already knowing what Catrell was on.
The trunk shut with a heavy thunk. A moment later, the driverโs door opened and Catrell climbed back in, jaw tight, eyes dark with something more than just lust. He didnโt even bother pulling toward the airport exit โ instead, he eased the car out the lot and cut down a side street, windows tinted heavy, bass from his playlist humming low through the speakers.
Kishay arched a brow, smirking even as her pulse quickened
Her lips curved as recognition flickered. Their spot. The same shadowed corner lot just ten minutes from the terminals โ tucked behind an old storage unit where nobody paid attention to who came and went.
โYou really canโt let me leave in peace, huh?โ she teased, voice soft, but her thighs pressed together like her body was betraying her.
Catrell cut his eyes at her, the diamond grills flashing as he grinned. โNah, you donโt get no peace โtil I get mine. Flight or not.โ
The car rolled to a stop, tucked away in their usual hideout. He killed the engine, silence wrapping around them like a dare. The air grew thick with heat, tension sparking.
Catrell got out the driver seat entering the backseat facing a slightly aroused Kishay.
Catrell pulled her in, their bodies pressed close in the backseat. His lips traced her neck while her hands slid over his chest and tattoos. Kishayโs breath caught when he grabbed her breast, teasing her until she arched against him.
His hand slid under her dress, fingers brushing the edge of her thong, making her whine softly.
โYou know I ainโt lettinโ you leave without remindinโ you who you belong to.โ
Catrell reached between them, his fingers finding her wet. He teased her pussy, his touch light and teasing. Kishay moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. Catrell smiled, a dark, sensual smile. "You want this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
"Please," Kishay gasped, her voice breathless with desire. "I need you, Catrell."
Kishay positioned herself over him, her eyes locked on his. With a slow, deliberate descent, she took him inside her, filling herself completely.
Catrell groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move. Kishay set a slow, sensual pace, her hips rolling and grinding, her body taking what it wanted.
Catrell's hands roamed, tracing the curves of her body, slapping her ass. Kishay leaned back, her hands braced against the leather seat covers.
"Fuck, Kishay," Catrell growled, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so good."
Kishay smiled, a wicked, sensual smile. "You like that, don't you?" she purred, her hips picking up speed. "You like the way I ride your dick?"
Catrell's hands gripped her hips tighter, his body tensing as he approached his climax. "I love it," he growled. "I love the way you ride me."
Kishay's pace quickened, her body moving in a frenzy, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The car filled with the sounds of their moans, their bodies slapping together, their cries of pleasure echoed throughout the car.
Catrell's hands moved to her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, Kishay's head fell back, her eyes closed, her body lost in the sensations.
She felt the pressure building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
With a final, deep thrust, Catrell sent them both over the edge, their moans of release echoing through the car.
Kishay's body shakes, her muscles clenching around him, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Catrell pulled Kishay close, his arms wrapping around her.
The windows were fogged, the air heavy with sweat and the scent of them. Kishay leaned back against the seat, chest still rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. She fixed her dress, smoothing the fabric down, while Catrell lit a blunt, the flame briefly lighting up his sharp jawline.
โYou wild for that,โ Kishay muttered with a tired laugh, shaking her head.
Catrell smirked, blowing smoke toward the cracked window. โNah, you the one actinโ like you ainโt gonโ miss me.โ
Kishay rolled her eyes but couldnโt hide her smile. She turned her face toward the glass, watching the city lights flicker past as he started the car. Her body was still humming from him, but her mind was already on Miami.
The sky was painted in deep shades of indigo, the glow of streetlights flickering across the terminalโs glass walls. The hum of traffic mixed with the distant roar of planes overhead. Catrell pulled the car up to the curb, headlights washing over the crowd of travelers hustling in and out with rolling bags.
Kishay stepped out, her body still humming from the drive, her dress clinging to her curves in the warm night air. She tugged her suitcase from the trunk as Catrell leaned against the car, his chains glinting under the amber lights.
โYou sure you ready for this?โ he asked, his voice low, eyes locked on her like he was memorizing every detail.
She gave a small laugh, adjusting her bag handle. โItโs just Miami, Catrell. Donโt start actinโ like Iโm disappearinโ.โ
He stepped closer, the air between them thick. โMiami at night is a whole different beast. I know how dudes gonโ look at you, Shay.โ His hand brushed along her hip before he caught himself, pulling it back.
Kishay smirked, tilting her head. โThen maybe you shouldโve booked the ticket and come with me.โ
Catrell chuckled, shaking his head. โNah, somebody gotta hold it down here.โ His tone dropped, serious now. โBut donโt let that city make you forget who you belong to.โ
For a beat, the world blurredโthe passing taxis, the airport buzz, the rolling luggage. It was just them. Kishay leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss, one that carried more weight than either of them admitted out loud.
โIโll call when I land,โ she whispered, pulling back with a grin.
Catrell nodded, eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to burn her into memory. โAight. Just rememberโnight or not, I see everything.โ
She rolled her suitcase toward the sliding glass doors, her heels echoing in the night. Just before she stepped inside, she glanced over her shoulder, catching him watching her. She smiled.
Catrell relit his blunt as he leaned against the hood of his car, the smoke curling into the humid night. The airport lights glared in the distance, planes rising and vanishing into the dark sky one by one. He watched until he couldnโt see Kishay anymore, the weight in his chest settling heavier with every second that passed.
Miami was calling her, but the streets still had her name echoing back here. He knew it. And deep down, he knew he couldnโt let her go too farโnot from him, not from the life they shared.
With a slow drag, Catrell exhaled, his eyes narrowing on the horizon. This ainโt over. Not by a long shot.
The night swallowed him whole as he climbed back into the car, engine rumbling low, carrying him away from the airport and back into the city shadows.
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